#sam wilson reader inserts

“Okay, class.” I clapped my hands together to gather everyone’s attention, turning around to face the blackboard. “Today, we’ll be talking about…”

It was easy to ignore his magnetism while I was teaching. I loved what I did, I loved sharing my knowledge and watching the spark of understanding shine in my student’s eyes.

It’s just that every time my gaze swiped over one specific student, I seemed to get hypnotized. The class went by in a whirl, and even through my conversation with the last few remaining students, eager to get a word in with me, I could still feel his gaze, heavy on me.

I knew it was only a matter of time until I heard the familiar knock against the door to my private office.

“Can I come in?” I drew a sharp breath, letting go of the files I was trying to sort in an effort to distract myself - like I hadn’t been waiting for this precise thing to happen.

He didn’t wait for my answer. The second I turned around to meet his eyes, his arms were already wrapped around me, head dipping to capture my lips in his in the sort of kiss I’d never seen outside of television.

“Mr. Wilson…” I tried to pull away. I really did. Even though my body ached for him, even though I absolutely, 100% wanted this…

I tried to do what was right. But his kisses were already trailing down my jaw, making breathing a particularly difficult activity as the scent of his cologne made my head swirl.

“We can’t do this…” My objections were lost to the room as he just kept on going, hands pulling up my skirt to squeeze my thighs as my chest heaved.

I was fighting my attraction to him because I had to, but the truth was, I didn’t want to. It’d been years since I felt this desired, especially by someone his age.

Of course, there were the lingering looks and flirty comments, but no student had ever wanted me badly enough to just take me. And now that he had gotten his hands on me, I wasn’t sure I could find it in me to stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted with my body.

“You’re so fucking sexy…” he groaned, hands exploring every inch of skin he exposed. “This goddamn outfit…” I hadn’t even thought twice about the tight skirt when I pulled it out of my wardrobe to wear it this morning, but I knew it was going to become my favorite piece of clothing after today. “I couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it from your body. You’re so fucking distracting.”

His mouth was everywhere, lips warm as he groaned against my throat once his fingers bypassed the barrier of my panties and found my cunt.

“God, you’re so wet.” He wasn’t wrong. I knew I’d been dripping since he first laid his eyes on me. It was as if he had a superpower and I was but prey to his dark desires. I knew I should be the one in control - I was older, I was his professor - but now that he had his fingers inside of me, I was completely under his dominance, and I loved every second of it.

“Does this feel good?” He panted against my cheek, and I wanted to roll my eyes like some sort of teenager because the question felt so damn stupid.

Couldn’t he tell that it did?

I was biting down on my lower lip so hard to stop my moans from pouring out that I was sure it was about to split. My wetness was dripping from my cunt, aiding his incessant exploration, the sound of which reverberated on the walls around us.

I was about to cum and he had barely even started.

“Tell me you like this,” he insisted right as I slapped a hand to my mouth to stop my sounds from escaping, even though I wanted to scream out his name. “C’mon, Professor.”

The title - the reminder of the forbidden nature of this moment we were sharing, had shivers running down my spine, my nails undoubtedly breaking skin as they ran down his arms.

“So good…” I barely recognized my voice, so hoarse and wanton as I answered his plea without even acknowledging it. His answering grin, so boyishly proud, awoke me to the fact, but how could I regret it?

“Yeah…” He panted against my cheek, fingers quickening on their onslaught. “There you go… I knew you needed this.”

I could only thank his clairvoyant powers.

His kisses were making me weaker the lower they descended along the lines of my body. First trailing my jaw until it reached my neck, I didn’t expect him to follow the line of my shoulder until he reached the sleeve of my shirt.

“This won’t do.” It was all that preceded his ripping of the fabric - just enough so he could expose half of my arm and pull the offensive clothing down to show my breast.

I heard his breath hitch as the soft curve was revealed to him. I’d anticipated some sort of touch there, but not the one he surprised me with.

His head fell over my chest, teeth working on pulling the cup of my bra down, just enough to release my nipple, and that’s when he attacked. His tongue traced my nipple before he bit down on it, hard enough to leave his imprint behind.

“Oh…” In a true demonstration of the submission I was gifting him, I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as I gave him more of me. This was so dirty, and it felt way too good to be true - I was all but certain that it was a dream. It had to be, so what hurt could it bring me if I just… let myself go and enjoyed it?

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to taste you?” He whispered against my chest, eliciting goosebumps as his warm breath hit my sweaty body. “You’ve been so stressed lately… Why don’t you just let me fuck your problems away, hm? Leave that wonderful, intelligent brain of yours completely numb, until you’re acting all silly and dumb, just for me?”

His words were my undoing. My orgasm hit me and my release dripped from his hand on the desk underneath us, but as I tried to sit up to clean his mess, he moved his fingers inside of me again, keeping me lowered with his other arm.

“Stay right there…” I squirmed in his embrace but relented and allowed myself to relax against the cold wood. “That’s a good girl…” My mouth fell open on a pant as he slowly pulled away from me, fixating that dark gaze on my exposed body. Despite the age difference - how I was older than him - he always managed to make me feel like a silly teenager again.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered, lowering down to his knees as my eyes bulged out. “You know you want to be mine…” He teased, and I did. I wanted so badly that it hurt, but I couldn’t. 

We both couldn’t, and he knew that.

“The only reason I didn’t ask you to help me is that I thought you were busy fixing red wing!”

Your husband didn’t say anything, but you didn’t hear the noise anymore, so you assumed he’d decided to let you do your house chores in peace

That was, of course, until you leaned over the washing machine to pick up the first load and felt something playing with the hem of your dress

“SAMUEL THOMAS WILSON, SO HELP ME GOD.”

And thus began an impromptu game of hide-and-seek in your household

It was unfair because Sam had his little gadget’s help to warn him of your whereabouts

Finally, you grew tired and with a huff, stomped your feet on the ground and yelled

“IF YOU DON’T COME HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU’RE NOT EATING ANY OF MY BROWNIES.”

That was enough to get his head to peek out from one of the closets in your hallway

You knew how much he loved your baked goods

In fact, he’d been moaning and begging you to make him some brownies for the better part of the week

So for you to do threaten to leave him without it was truly devious

Especially since he knew you would do it

By the time he got in front of you, he looked like he was about to cry

He had mastered the puppy dog face pretty early on in your relationship

So you were unaffected by it now

“You’d really do that to me?” He asked with a full-on pout as you rolled your eyes

“I don’t trust you for a bit.”

Arms crossed, eyebrow quirked

He knew that look on your face

The problem was that he loved it

“You look so cute when you’re annoyed.”

Narrowing your eyes at your husband, you warned

“I think you have a death wish, Wilson.”